Dear Rangge
A game of musical chairs for two,
playing out like a comedy
She said, said to her,
She
"I don't need this..."
Cat eyes and black clothes,
a ridiculous song plays along
And still we play our musical chairs together
And it can be which who
ever,
ever
It was given to me on parchment...
A contract...
Your voice, together with mine,
I hated how they would always become one
Even if I tried, I just couldn't hide
Because you and I
you
I
are the same
So, shall we end our game?
It's a song for two...
The old track outside the window;
I chase a flock of gazelles alongside it
On stairs wrapped in ivy
there's a cowering child with braids
child
She said, said to her,
She
"I can't be with you..."
And burst out
into a dry laugh
as a flute blew whimsically
"The truth is, it's lonely," she spoke...
I dedicate this bouquet to you,
full of billowing red flowers
Face in sorrow, ears plugged up,
seeming as if a touch would break you apart
Hey, I wanna hear you!
It's a song for two...
Don't cry...
In this world, there is only one,
of beautiful you, and so I speak
you
Just love me...
Even like this, even like this...
With only a little voice left in me,
shall I sing this song to you?
Oh, it's nothing,
don't worry about it
Everything about me,
you can soon forget.
Until whenever we meet again;
and when that time comes, we can play more
Amid this song which rang and screeched,
may you sit in a chair and be happy...
In this world, there is only one,
of beautiful you, and so I speak
you
Just love me...
Even like this,
even like this...
There is only one of our world,
and you say, "there's only one"
you
"I can't be with you..."
"Goodbye."
To my beloved.
It was only for a short time, but thank you for everything.
Thank you.
Good night.